pavlovs_dog

man, what a monkey fuck the unemployment world is. finally managed to get myself canned from my soul sucking pit of blackest despair job - now i have to write like a fuckind 10 page essay to unemployment explaining my virtues as an employee and why my discharge was a completely bogus attempt to get me to fuck my boss in the rump. i need that unemployment check, dammit!! Especially now that i have tons of free time, i seem to be smoking about three packs of cigarettes a day. Anyway, the market for furniture designers is a little slim here in CO, everyone wants to play but no one wants to pay - either that, or i'll end right back up in another design/fab job requiring me to cater to another pseudo - aesthetic art hack impaling his way to the top by recreating design aesthetics from top-of-the-line ikea products. I never should have stopped painting.
at least then i could be a bullshit hack with a great theory, tour the galleries of the world, bang the snot out of alexandra nichita, get married and live a nomadic life in the south of france having beautiful SG wannabees fetch me my tools for the rest of time.